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Megumi has always considered himself to be a rational person. Cool, calm, and collected. Quick mayhaps to irritation, but never genuine anger.
But he’s pissed now.
Maybe it’s petty and childish, getting upset over his boyfriend forgetting his birthday, but when you’ve been dating someone for half a decade you’d think that would be one of the things they would keep track of. But instead he makes no indication that he knows it’s coming up. No dinner date suggestion, no asking what he may or may not like as a gift, nothing. He carries on as if it’s just a normal week, attending classes and football practice, coming to his dorm in the evenings to hang out.
Maybe it would have been less glaring if Sukuna didn’t have a track record of extraordinary birthday gifts. For his 18th, they’d gone skydiving. It’d been cold as hell and Megumi definitely wouldn’t recommend doing it in December - he thought he was going to lose his nose to frostbite, but it’d been a hell of a fun time. For his 19th they had gone to a concert headlining one of Megumi’s favorite artists- VIP, complete with a meet and greet after the show. He keeps the autographed tee hung up on his wall to this day. For his 20th Sukuna rented out one of the finest sushi restaurants in the country and paid for a private dinner, just the two of them where they ate way too much and drank themselves utterly stupid. And last year, during winter break that always fell a few days after his birthday, they had taken a trip to New Zealand. Sukuna had arranged several tours for him and Megumi to see where his favorite movies, The Lord of the Rings trilogy was filmed.
So he forgot. Megumi was even willing to let it slide and give his boyfriend the benefit of the doubt; it would be an easy enough thing to do. They both were extremely busy with their last year of college, the soul crushing workload of exams on top of their respective sports enough to frazzle even the most prudent of students.
That was, until Thursday rolled around.
They were snuggled under a mountain of blankets watching a movie, volume up to try and drown out the sound of Sukuna’s roommate and best friend Gojo Satoru seemingly giving Megumi’s best friend Suguru the best dicking down of his life. His boyfriend shifted beneath where Megumi was laying on his bare chest and cleared his throat.
“There’s a new pledge, transfer student. We’re gonna initiate him Saturday, should be some crazy shit. Nanami is throwing a party after, you in?”
Saturday is literally his birthday, and the last thing he wants is to watch some punk get hazed. He stiffens and tries to tamp down the growing irritation in his gut.
“I don’t think I'm feeling too good, babe. I’m gonna go back to my room.” Sukuna gently tilts his head up to meet his gaze, eyes swimming with concern.
“Want me to walk you back? You alright?” He offers, and Megumi shrugs him off.
“I’ll be fine,” He says curtly, throwing the blankets off and stomping to the door. He shuts it with a little more force than necessary and marches to his room, never looking back and ignoring the insistent buzz coming from the cell phone in his pocket. Once home he shuts it off and keeps it that way, skipping classes and cheer practice the next day. He chooses to mope and eat a stupid amount of ice cream in bed with some endless stream of romcoms serving as background noise.
“Maybe you’re being a little overdramatic,” He tells himself in the mirror while he brushes his teeth on the morning of his 22nd birthday. He’s not, though. It’s their last year at college before Sukuna inevitably gets drafted to a pro football team and Megumi chases his dream of being an architect. There’s no guarantee their paths won’t diverge after graduation, and Megumi realizes that’s the crux of the growing dread in his stomach that comes with each new day, and why his boyfriend forgetting his birthday stings so much. It’s been so nice in their little bubble since high school, just being able to exist and enjoy each other.
Megumi is terribly, irrevocably in love with Sukuna, he reflects not for the first time, and the idea of them potentially drifting apart is suffocating.
With a sigh he drags himself back to his bed and raises the covers up to his nose to stare at the ceiling and allow himself to wallow for a few minutes, when his laptop starts ringing. He already knows who it is facetiming before he looks at the contact name.
“Happy birthday baby!!” His mother’s bright face greets. Despite his sour mood Megumi smiles.
“Thanks, ma.” In the background he can see his father milling around slightly out of the camera. He makes the mistake of getting in arms length of his mother and is sharply tugged into view. One clear of her throat is all it takes for Toji Fushiguro to address him.
“Happy birthday, son.” His father is the head of the most prestigious security detail in Japan, and it never fails to amuse Megumi how he’s brought to heel by a woman a third of his size. With another sharp poke to his ribs he joins in in singing ‘Happy Birthday’ with his mother, looking like he’s in excruciating pain.
It’s a pretty good gift, considering.
“What does Sukuna have planned for you today?” She asks. His mother adores his boyfriend. Just like that his slightly better mood deflates. It must show on his face because she frowns. “Are you two fighting?”
“No, it’s just..” He sighs. “It’s nothing. I’m staying in tonight.”
“Oh, sweetie.” A beat passes. “Why don’t you go out with Suguru and Shoko?”
“Maybe.” He concedes when his mother’s head whips to the side and her eyes widen.
“You’re young, nearly done with college and it’s almost winter break. Have some fun! We’ll be there to pick you up next week. I’ve got to go though, I'm sorry. Your father is about to burn the house down trying to make breakfast. We love you!!” Megumi is greeted with his background when the call drops. It’s of him and Sukuna surrounded by a gigantic herd of sheep in New Zealand, smiling stupidly. He closes it angrily and crawls back into bed.
That’s how Suguru finds him hours later.
“What do you want,” Megumi grunts from under the covers, severely regretting giving Geto a key.
“You aren’t answering your phone and you missed practice yesterday.” He shrugs. The man is dressed to the 9’s in a designer crop top and high rise jeans, the kind that are loose around the waist and only stay up because the wearers got ass. His inky hair is tied in a high pony and the eyeliner he’s got on is sharp enough to cut. He really needs to take Megumi’s suggestion to model professionally seriously. “Came to make sure you weren’t dead, and!” He rips the covers off of Megumi and he hisses at the sudden lack of warmth. “It’s your birthday. Time to go out!”
“Did my mom text you or something?” He deadpans. It wouldn’t surprise him. Hell, she’s probably texted Sukuna too. Suguru whistles.
“Yeesh, can’t I just be a good friend without you accusing me with conspiracy theories?” Megumi squints, trying to discern if he’s telling the truth or not. Suguru just blinks at him.
“Where’s Satoru?” He asks, suspicious. It’s very unusual for them to be separated under any circumstance. Geto sighs and lays on the bed next to Megumi, propping his head up on an elbow.
“Food poisoning. Again. He’s pissed he’s missing the frat party.” Despite it all that drags a chuckle out of him.
“Let me guess. He gorged on expired candies again.” Suguru grins.
“Yup. Told that idiot that he should let me look over all the crazy shit he buys before shoving it in that yap of his but he never learns.” Geto grabs his friend by the wrist and yanks him up. “Now get ready, we’re gonna go ice skating!”
“I hate ice skating.”
“Karaoke?” Megumi scowls.
“I’m about to kick you out.”
“Fine, fine. What about…. Crashing the Kyoto team’s party?” That piques Megumi’s interest. If there’s one thing he can do, it’s hold a grudge. He still isn’t over the time one of their members changed their music right before their routine at a competition, sending everyone into shambles and humiliating the squad.
“What are they doing in town?”
“Who knows. I only found out because Shoko bailed on me yesterday when we had dinner plans to see that nasty girlfriend of hers. So..?”
“Fine. Only if you give me a cat eye.” With that Megumi walks to his closet, picking out a birthday worthy outfit while Suguru rummages through his makeup drawer. He decides upon a billowy white shirt cinched with one of his favorite corsets to showcase his small waist and a pair of black ripped skinny jeans. His friend smiles when he sees him.
“Hot. Now c’mere and sit still.” Megumi complies and sits as still as he can as Suguru lines his eyes.
“Why haven’t you questioned why I'm not out with Sukuna?” He asks as carefully as he can to not mess up his makeup. Geto hums.
“Not really my business, is it?” Well, fair. He stays silent for the rest of the time. “There.”
Megumi opens his eyes and gasps a little; he looks divine. Just sultry enough but nothing over the top.
“Thank you.”
“Don’t mention it. Now let’s go, I'll drive.” It only takes about twenty minutes to reach the park where the Kyoto cheerleading team is supposed to be partying. It makes sense, the place is secluded enough to get rowdy and drink without attracting much attention. Especially in the wintertime. The full moon lights their path as they trudge through the light snow and foliage to emerge into a clearing. Lights are strung up giving the already illuminated space a soft, lazy glow. Problem is, there’s no one around.
“Where is everyone?” He asks. Suguru frowns.
“Good question. This is the place Shoko sent me... “ He pulls out his phone and frowns deeper. “No service. Let me try and call her. Stay here where there’s light.”
“What about you!” Megumi protests, and Suguru simply raises an eyebrow. It’s then that he remembers Geto got into their college on a Judo scholarship and is deadlier than he looks. Megumi pulls out his own cell and sure as shit, there’s no service. With a huff he walks further into the clearing and appreciates the ambiance. In a way it’s almost a relief that drunk college kids aren’t sullying the view.
A twig cracking behind him has him whirling around in slight panic.
“Suguru? Is that you?” No answer. Megumi shivers and looks around, trying to gauge an escape plan if he needs it when a familiar form emerges from the treeline. But it’s not his friend. “.... Sukuna?? What are you doing here?” His boyfriend steps into the light and smiles.
“Hey beautiful. Long time no see.” Megumi scoffs and crosses his arms across his chest.
“Why aren’t you at the party?”
“They’re waiting for the main event before they start.” Before Megumi can question that, Sukuna has taken his hands in his ever so gently. “I’m sorry I gave you a bit of a run around, but I wanted this to be a surprise.”
“Wh-” But before he can really question what the hell is going on Sukuna drops to one knee and fishes around in his pocket. When their gaze reaches again Sukuna looks nervous as hell.
“Megumi, I swear I fell for you the second I saw you. I never believed in soulmates before I met you, if i’m being honest. You’re so kind, smart and strong, I can’t believe you’ve stayed with me all this time.” A broken chuckle leaves his throat. “I don’t know where life will take us in a few months, but all I know is I want you to be with me for it, no matter what.
“There’s billions of people in the world, a million places, and how lucky am I that we crossed paths?” A small box is in the palm of his right hand, Megumi notes, and his pulse spikes. Is this really happening? Sukuna clears his throat and opens the box. Inside is a ring, crowned with a gigantic emerald that matches his eyes and accompanied by three smaller diamonds on each side.
“I know you find diamonds kind of corny, but i couldn’t resist,” His smile is shy; Megumi has never seen him so reserved. “Would you do me the honor of marrying me, Megumi?” His eyes are so earnest, wet with tears that refuse to shed.
“I..” He stutters, reeling. “You sure are brave, cause I've been very angry with you these past couple days.” Megumi spits with no real heat behind it.
“So..?” Sukuna prompts. Megumi grabs his face and drags him up to his feet, then down because Sukuna is ridiculously tall and kisses him.
“Of course you fool.” His boyfriend, no, fiance, slips the ring onto his finger. The sound of clapping echoes throughout the field followed by a ‘ Satoru!’
“Glad to see you finally grew the balls to ask him, ‘Kuna.” One white haired man says, materializing from the forest. Megumi steals a last kiss before turning towards the #1 menace to society.
“Yeah, you can’t relate.” He says, and regrets it immediately when Suguru comes into the clearing with a twisted look on his face and a video camera hanging limp at his side. Sukuna reads the room.
“Let’s get to the venue, baby.” Megumi allows himself to be led across the clearing to a warehouse in the middle of the park. He can hear the music booming from inside. “Ready?” Sukuna asks, and Megumi nods his head despite his worry about Suguru. The crowd cheers when they enter hand in hand, congratulating them. Everyones there from his family to his teachers to his friends. Megumi cringes at the attention.
“You know I hate parties like this.” Sukua has the decency to look a little embarrassed.
“I do. But your father wouldn’t give me his blessing unless I threw a party. I think he just wanted some free booze.” True to form, Toji is guzzling a beer in the back. Megumi can only blink; he’d just talked to them this morning, how’d they make the trip in time? Not to be outmatched his mother is downing a shot of tequila next to him, giggling after she finishes.
“You asked my dad for my hand?? For real?” Megumi asks.
“Well yeah, why wouldn’t i?”
“Didn’t realize you were such a traditionalist.” He lands a small peck against the corner of Sukuna’s mouth. Without preamble Etta James’ ‘At Last’ begins to play.
“Let’s dance,” His fiance says and sweeps him to the dancefloor. Admittedly, Megumi isn’t a good dancer, but Sukuna is, having taken lessons to supposedly sharpen his football game. They glide across the floor, and are shortly joined by his parents and other guests. His father dips his mother dangerously low, a strong hand on her lower back and kisses her when she’s snapped back up.
“Think we’ll be like them?” Sukuna asks and Megumi laughs.
“Absolutely not.”
“I think we already are,” He comments while spinning Megumi around. Fushiguro rolls his eyes and spots Suguru in the corner, alone.
“Give me a minute.” Sukuna frowns but lets him go.
“Are you okay?” He asks his friend. Suguru laughs.
“Of course, what’re you doing over here? Go enjoy the party. I’m fine.” He insists. Megumi tilts his head. He knows his friend.
“He’s bound to ask you soon.” Geto hums.
“Please don’t make your night about me.”
“I’m not.” Suguru looks at him for a long moment before downing his drink.
“If he was interested in that he would’ve done so already. Get back to your fiance before I drag you back, I'm serious.”
“Satoru has been possessive as hell over you since grade school. Don’t be stupid.” It was embarrassing to watch, if he’s being honest. Any time any girl or boy showed interest in being his friend or more than that, Satoru would react like an attack dog. Suguru shoves him back towards Sukuna.
“Go.” Megumi glares at him, this isn’t over in the least.
“What was that about?” Sukuna asks as he pulls Megumi close to his body while another slow song plays.
“Your best friend is an asshole.” Sukuna scoffs.
“Satoru is emotionally constipated. If Suguru doesn’t know that by now, it’s on him.” Megumi smacks him on the shoulder.
“He’s scared, alright? He acts flippantly as a defense mechanism.” Sukuna continues. “He asked me to help him pick out a ring last week if that makes you feel any better.” Well. It does. He chances a glance at the ring on his finger.
“I’m guessing he helped you with mine.”
“Yup. So maybe give him a little more credit. He loves Suguru just as much as I love you. They’ll be fine.” When the song ends Megumi tugs him to where his parents are snacking on the horderves.
“You two are tricky,” Megumi mentions before the air is knocked out of him with a hug from his mother.
“I’m so happy for you two.” She grabs his left hand and inspects the ring closely. “Well done, Sukuna. I knew you wouldn’t let me down.”
“Never, Mrs. Fushiguro. Not when it comes to your son.” She hugs them both before yanking Toji over with an expectant look.
“Congrats son, Sukuna. I look forward to welcoming you to the family.” His fiance bows.
“And I you, thank you for welcoming me.” Toji grumbles and walks towards the bar. Megumi’s mom smiles.
“He’ll come around. He’s really all bark and no bite.” Megumi knows that isn’t true but will allow Sukuna to believe it if it helps.
And so, they enjoy the night. The music plays, the liquor flows, and after two drinks and his third shot at the insistence of his mother the world starts to get a little hazy. He meanders over to where his fiancé is talking with a man he doesn’t recognize and sidles right up to his side. Sukuna wraps an arm around him immediately.
“Megumi, this is Yaga Masamichi. He’s one of the finest scouts in the country.”
“N-nice to meet you.” He offers before standing on his tip toes to lick up Sukuna’s ear and whisper. “Hur-ry up, wanna ride my fiancé’s fat cock.”
Okay, maybe he didn’t whisper that like he meant to.
All the blood seems to drain from Sukuna’s face and he places a gentle hand to Megumi’s lower back.
“Alright, babe.. might be time-“ he’s interrupted by a booming laugh and turns to face the scout. “I apologize, sir, he’s… enjoying himself this evening.” The man laughs harder and claps him on the shoulder.
“Don’t worry about it kid, nothing wrong with young love. I’ll be in touch.” He promises with a wink and leaves them to it.
“You can’t just say shit like that,” Sukuna growls in his ear, after. “How am I supposed to make it to the end of the night? You’re already trying to kill me with this outfit.” Large fingers trail over his waist. Megumi can only put on a goofy smile and shrug.
“I meant it.”
“I know you did, that’s why-“
“Yo! Ryomen!” The tackle comes from nowhere, and next thing Megumi knows Sukuna is sprawled out on the ground with his friend. Laughing, Satoru sits up and thumps Sukuna’s chest. “Never got to congratulate you properly. Happy for you, man.” Sukuna rubs at where his head met the floor before punching Satoru back in the chest. The mans clearly been drinking, and when it comes to Gojo that’s usually never a good thing.
“Thanks, prick. Did you have to push me down?”
“Scouts are here! Gotta show off my skills y'know?” His attention finds Megumi.
“What’s with the daggers, Gumi?”
“Where’s Suguru?”
“Bathrooooom.” He sings before embracing Megumi into a tight hug that lifts him off the floor. “Congrats little bro.”
“I’m not your little bro..?” Megumi says back but it falls on deaf ears as Satoru has taken it upon himself to climb into the dj booth and hijack a microphone. The feedback screeches.
“This next song goes out to the most beautiful man in the universe, oh, there he is right there!! Someone get the spotlight.” The dj complies with a look that could kill while Suguru stops like a deer in headlights.
“This is for you, baby.” Satoru grins, and gets into a hushed verbal confrontation with the dj. Megumi looks to Sukuna with worry.
“Should we…?” His fiancé laughs.
“Nah. This will get enough of the attention off us to finally slip away.”
“Genius. Did you plan this?”
“No, just had faith that with a little booze Satoru would be Satoru.” It’s then that ‘These Words’ by Natasha Bedingfield starts to play over the speakers.
“Oh wow,” Megumi cringes and looks to where he last saw Suguru. He’s tied up in the gangly arms of his boyfriend, swaying offbeat. Satoru is whispering something in his ears, and considering how tight Geto’s arms are around his neck it must be pretty intimate. Megumi smiles at the sight and takes Sukuna’s hand.
He gives a rushed goodbye to his parents, but not before his mom makes him take one last celebratory drink of champagne. Then they’re outside once more, a limo waiting because of course there’s a limo.
Megumi falls asleep on Sukuna’s lap, purring as thick fingers gently caress his scalp. He wakes up momentarily to find himself being carried bridal style into a gorgeous suite with floor to ceiling windows that showcase the city.
“Mm.. pretty.” He grumbles when Sukuna sets him down on the soft bed, rose petals littering the covers. It smells nice, and is warm. He realizes he’s in a giant fluffy robe. Megumi noses the pillow and hums contentedly.
“Yeah, it is.” Sukuna agrees without looking away from his face. He joins Megumi under the covers and pulls him tight against his broad chest.
Megumi let’s the sound of his heartbeat lull him to sleep again.
That night there is no aforementioned cock riding, but that’s alright. They have the rest of their lives.